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"This inch in which we live." Richard Neville, Oz, 1971.

"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Losing The Battle

I'm not sure there ever was a battle as such; it was more like many minor skirmishes with the fragmented anti-eu'ers retiring, battered and bruised from self-inflicted wounds at the end of each day. The EU and its acolytes just ignored everything and continued their merry way on the road to hell.

The msm and the politicians just say, print, spin whatever they want and repeat it ad nauseam; governments are elected, supposedly on a mandate given by the electorate but then completely ignore us. It doesn't matter what they promise, or what we want, we've been on course to be a full, committed member of the European Union since we first joined under Edward Heath.

Look at the all the blogs now, trawl back through this one, you'll see it's true. We have been lied to on a grand scale and have swallowed it hook, line & sinker every time by continuing to vote for the same Parties. I look at UKIP today and wonder where they're going and why they haven't made greater inroads into the public consciousness, apart from the obvious answer that they've been excluded by the media. The BNP has imploded too by all accounts and membership is drifting away to another Party. Personally, I think it's too late for new Parties.

Nick Clegg said yesterday that we shouldn't "gloat" about the problems in the euro-zone. He's got this so wrong and it shows his own mind-set more than anything: no-one is gloating, no-one is rubbing their hands together hoping for a failing euro or a Greek exit. The time to gloat, if we survive, is when the EU edifice tumbles down and is incapable of resurrection but in the meantime people are suffering because of EU policies and the manic dreams of a German and a Frenchman. That's something that Clegg, an EU pension-dependent, like many appointed to the House of Lords or parachuted as Government advisers, will never acknowledge.

Take a look at this, via @EU_Dictatorship, and watch Eric Pickles flounder and splutter under the questioning by Andrew Neil. Pickles can't give a straight answer because they're not his to give. Everything belongs to the EU and yet we don't have one single MP who is willing to step up to the plate and challenge this status quo. Not Cash, not Redwood, not Carswell is willing to step up to the plate and none of the 301 or the 1922 are ready to lay their necks on the line.

Pickles did get one thing right though: government can't create jobs, it can only create the conditions for job creation. And this government has its hands tied, not only by the LibDems (as they're so fond of telling us) but by the EU (a topic they rarely approach). They don't, and won't, fight back and that's why our country is ham-strung and declining. Take a look at this blog and these Treasury figures and then write or email George Osborne, or tweet at @HMTreasury, and ask him what he's been doing for these past two years to insulate the UK from euro-zone contagion. It appears to be very little, despite all the warnings.

In other news, Agenda 21 has made great inroads in America and they're suffering their own form of 'political correctness' aka cultural Marxism; Hollande's plane was hit by lightning on its way to Berlin to meet Merkel and had to turn back (cue jokes about God being a eurosceptic after all), and there's been a run on the banks in Greece (seven hundred million euros having been withdrawn in little over a week). Greece will be holding another election in mid June (10th or 17th) and Syriza are holding firm in the polls despite warnings from the outgoing Security Minister of 'civil war and kalashnikovs'. The Greeks would do better to focus on the real enemy rather than fight amongst themselves.

I find the whole lot depressing and negative; my blogging has become
repetitive and lacks coherence. I'm no longer motivated by the need to
warn because what I warned about is already with us. I'm not motivated
by being an aspiring author with a book to sell and I have no axe to
grind; I'm only someone who happened to wonder, one day, why this
country was so stuffed and then I came upon the EU, Agenda 21 and Common
Purpose. Everything has led from that moment.

I'll be back to do the straight-forward Parliamentary stuff tomorrow.

PS I did say 'losing the battle' but I didn't say we will lose the war - this war won't be blogged.

And, if you're not in the mood to be cheered up, have this from Golem XIV about the downgrading of twenty-six Italian banks today and why it won't be the last.

Me? I need yoga, the Dalai Lama, anything but the thought that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland had the first Technocratic Government. I didn't want to believe it either but you know it's true now - take up yoga and prepare for the war.

4 comments:

GV every move they fake, every breath they steal, every day they reveal their total and utter phekkwittery. Even the most inattentive of the Xfartered will see the culling pole in the meat factory mirror soon.

All we need to do is wear the mockerfuthers down. No let up. Nonstop.

Drip by drip we will verily make them unmade in their secretive middens and the good who die young are Lamarckian. We know not what we do, yet. Well we do, that is why they will redie.

Hammy died; Sammy passed away from malnutrition; Suki was resurrected. Lucky ran away. Here's Lucky's brother, Chucky:"What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare? Click my wheel to feed me.

"Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.You'd better watch out!There may be dogs aboutI looked over Jordan, and I've seenThings are not what they seem.

That's what you get for pretending the danger's not real.Meek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.What a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyes.Now things are really what they seem.No, this is not a bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not wantHe makes me down to lieThrough pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.With bright knives He releaseth my soul.He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.He converteth me to lamb cutlets,For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.When cometh the day we lowly ones,Through quiet reflection, and great dedicationMaster the art of Judo,Lo, we shall rise up,And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream.Wave upon wave of demented avengersMarch cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?The dogs are dead!You better stay homeAnd do as you're told.Get out of the road if you want to grow old."

Reform and revolutionary change that is undertaken without the explicit consent of the people, can only be maintained through force and repression.